Quotes About Emotions

Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.

Human sympathy has its limits.

When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

It's just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they're never coming again, and I'm not really getting all I could out of them.

There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds' wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

But you can love more than just one person, can't you?

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

We haven't met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. Five years next November. The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

As for Tom, the fact that he had some woman in New York was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.